Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.